I don't know why I feel this way,
Perhaps my heart is stone or my soul is ice.
A dark shroud covers my persona,
Making me feel like an emotionless husk.
I live, I breathe, but do I feel?
Yes.
But I no longer feel the warmth I once knew,
I'm not worthy of it.
Instead I feel cold, dark and anxious.
Anxious as to why I feel this way.
Anxious, wondering if everything will be ok.
Anxious - in case I never return to normality.

Normality... it's been so long I find the idea laughable.
Although, in its truest definition, I suppose this is normality now.
A dark and brutal normality.
"Cheer up, life's not so bad!"
Yes, but you don't live in my brain.
You haven't walked a mile in these shoes.